The Mike Myers Hour ends, and Jimmy wipes his eye emotionally. And now that he's fully turned on, he turns to Rachel and informs her via Dr. Evil that it's naughty time. She shoves him away and begs him to stop the impressions. "You don't like the voices? They don't amuse you?" he Joe Pescis. She frantically avers that she really hates the damn things. Jimmy, crestfallen, whimpers that this is his life -- he wants to be on SNL, "like Myers and Belushi." Rachel's jaw swings loose. "Why would you even want to be on that show?" she sputters. "It hasn't been funny in, like, forever!" Hey, step off Will Ferrell and Darrell Hammond. Jimmy also flips out. "Have you seen Will Ferrell's Bush? HAVE YOU SEEN FERRELL'S BUSH?" he screams. Part of me -- okay, and the other part, too -- hopes that this line refers to when they filmed "Addicts," and some salacious and bawdy off-camera joke about Ferrell's bush. Jimmy spits that it's unfair for Rachel to assume she's the bastion of cool, and calls her shallow for dumping him just because he dares to dream. He even throws in a Kermit the Frog impersonation for effect, because no one conveys bitter sarcasm like a green muppet with a abusive pig girlfriend. Hurt by his accusation, Rachel speedily switches tacks and lies that she's actually only breaking up with him because she has a boyfriend, and cheating on her boyfriend made her feel too much like a big, ugly cheater, but she thought it'd be easier to end things with Jimmy if she pretended it was about The Voices. He buys it, thrilled that she doesn't think he's weird. They hug, during which time he makes the grave mistake of throwing in a Jimmy Stewart line. Rachel tenses, frightened anew.
Dinner is over. Ron gratefully shakes Hal's hand. "Back to rice-pudding hell," he sighs, ill. "Fine, more for me," spits Shaggy under his breath. Aw. He's bizarre enough to be funny, but not so gross that I stop loving him. Lizzie pecks Hal on the cheek and Heath also pays his respects, leaving Hal and Steven alone. "Sorry about the surprise element," Hal says. Steven grins; he's fine with it now, and compliments the restaurant. "I like it," Hal admits, pleased. "Beats the hell out of selling Swedish cars." Steven is genuinely glad to hear it. Hal, trying to be blasé but really brimming with excitement, whips out Señor Wad: The Sequel and tells Steven to go buy himself an English lit class. "Oh my God, Dad!" Steven gasps, touched. "Thank you!" They hug. "We're gonna be all right," Hal says quietly. "I know," Steven nods happily. AW! Hal had become such a buffoon, and Steven did nothing but act humiliated by his well-intentioned if also misguided father. This is the first time -- well, since the last two seconds of the pilot -- that they've really connected as father and son, and I love it. Give peace a chance.